Strict Parents
I always thought my parents were quite strict, but I can't think of anything they actually banned me from doing, whereas a good friend was under no circumstances allowed to watch ITV because of the adverts.
This week's Time Out mentions some poor sod who was banned from sitting in the aisle seats at cinemas because, according to their mother, "drug dealers patrol the aisles, injecting people in the arm."
What were you banned from doing as a kid by loopy parents?
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 12:37)
I always thought my parents were quite strict, but I can't think of anything they actually banned me from doing, whereas a good friend was under no circumstances allowed to watch ITV because of the adverts.
This week's Time Out mentions some poor sod who was banned from sitting in the aisle seats at cinemas because, according to their mother, "drug dealers patrol the aisles, injecting people in the arm."
What were you banned from doing as a kid by loopy parents?
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 12:37)
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Not strict
My parents were never particularly strict, although my old man was a bit of monster with him being a lawyer and all....
they were usually pretty cool with my brothers and I unless we did something particularly stupid; then we got to know about it.
My dad did go through this long phase during my 6th form and year out before uni years. Every night before I went out, particularly into town and clubs etc. he'd say "don't get your nose broken"
the one time I can remember him not saying it? you guessed it.
Admittedly I was at a metal gig, headbanging rather than in a fight, when my nose collided sharply with the shoulder of the drummer from my band.
blood started gushing from my nose at an unbelievable rate. I managed to collect most of it in cupped hands while staggering to the toilets where I had to wait for someone coming through the two sets of doors to get in.
Being the polite chap I am I gestured for them to leave before I entered....with a double handful of bloody....needless to say this went everywhere.
Proceeded to then try and wash the blood off my hands to tie my hair back wondering why it was taking so long, before I realised that I was still bleeding on them at approximately the same rate as I was washing them off....
Apologies for length and off-topicitude
( , Fri 9 Mar 2007, 16:07, Reply)
My parents were never particularly strict, although my old man was a bit of monster with him being a lawyer and all....
they were usually pretty cool with my brothers and I unless we did something particularly stupid; then we got to know about it.
My dad did go through this long phase during my 6th form and year out before uni years. Every night before I went out, particularly into town and clubs etc. he'd say "don't get your nose broken"
the one time I can remember him not saying it? you guessed it.
Admittedly I was at a metal gig, headbanging rather than in a fight, when my nose collided sharply with the shoulder of the drummer from my band.
blood started gushing from my nose at an unbelievable rate. I managed to collect most of it in cupped hands while staggering to the toilets where I had to wait for someone coming through the two sets of doors to get in.
Being the polite chap I am I gestured for them to leave before I entered....with a double handful of bloody....needless to say this went everywhere.
Proceeded to then try and wash the blood off my hands to tie my hair back wondering why it was taking so long, before I realised that I was still bleeding on them at approximately the same rate as I was washing them off....
Apologies for length and off-topicitude
( , Fri 9 Mar 2007, 16:07, Reply)
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